Legends Float


In the last receding puddle

where the waters have allure,

The taste of monday's fountain

is as crystal as it's pure.


-but long before the thirsty

walked through desert sands.

The people slept on needles

where most could never stand.


That in their advantage

they tread as flesh was torn

though sick from dehydration

their hope replaced the thorns.


and, vaporizing cistern

the tongue cannot comply.

For quenching water Thursday

in a week completely dry.

View tonymoreno23's Full Portfolio